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Saturday, August 27, 2011

Mac hadn’t dated much since his divorce because he focused his attention on his career first and women second. Caught unawares, his desire was released by the kiss of this beautiful, lonely creature. Sweat broke out on his forehead and his hand trembled slightly when he touched Callie's face. She rested a hand on his chest. His feelings went beyond those for any other woman, beyond sexual desire alone. He was losing control of his heart.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Before grocery shopping, it was time to scrub the grime of
the old cabin off her body. She got in the shower and when she
twisted the hot water spigot to adjust it, it came off in her hand.
Scalding hot water shot across the shower, trapping Caroline
against the wall. She opened the bathroom window, saw the figure
of a man walking toward the Baron’s cabin across the way and
screamed for help. She saw him stop and turn. She called out again,
and he came toward her cabin. A minute later, he entered the
bathroom where she was naked and confined by the hot water.
“Towel!” she hollered, covering herself as best she could with
her hands and arms. After studying her body briefly, he looked
away then threw her a towel, went over to the water controls and
turned off the hot and cold water. Caroline covered herself with the
skimpy towel and stared at the man. He was in his thirties,
handsome with dark brown hair, light brown eyes, a slightly square
jaw, one day’s growth of beard and over six feet tall with a slim,
strong build.
“You need a new spigot. There might be one in the shed good
enough to hold for today, but tomorrow you should stop by the
hardware store and pick up a new one,” he told her.
There was something about his voice, something she
recognized. Caroline stared at his face, peering into his eyes…those
eyes seemed familiar. She gasped.
“Mickey, is that you?”

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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Liza and Dr. Rick Banks walked from the D.C. subway to his town house in the tony Foggy Bottom section of Washington, D.C. It was a narrow brick house painted white. The wood shutters and the front door were painted a pale warm green. There was a big brass door knocker polished to a shine on the front door.

“Which apartment is yours?” She asked.

“I own the building and have the first two floors. I’ve rented out the two upper floors to nice, quiet people,” he explained.

He opened the door and stepped back to let her in. Liza walked into a cozy living room with a fireplace all laid out for a fire. The idea of cuddling up with Rick in front of the fire gave her goosebumps. He followed her in, closed and latched the door.

“Are you hungry? Don’t know what I have in the fridge, but…”

“Let’s see,” she said moving to the back of the house where the kitchen was.

She opened the refrigerator door, looked around then closed the door.

“We could live on love…” he began, moving his lips to her neck.

“Or I could make a couple of omelets,” she finished.

“I love omelets. I have some wine…Carbernet's, my favorite.”

“Mine, too! Soak that shirt before the stain sets.”

“I’m going to throw away the shirt,” he said before lowering his lips to hers.

He kissed her with a hunger she had not known from any other man. She melted against him, her hands folded behind his neck, her body so close to his a whisper wouldn’t pass between them. He angled his mouth to deepen the kiss setting her pulse racing. She could feel his arousal pressing against her with urgency as her own desire began to spike.

Rick’s hands slipped under the back of her blouse and crept up to unlatch her bra. He moved his hand around to the front, capturing then massaging her breast and making her moan. He kissed his way down her neck while she buried her face in his shoulder, focusing on the exquisite sensations he was creating in her. Then the doorbell rang.

Startled, the pair jumped back. Liza gave him a quizzical look and he shrugged his shoulders. While she righted her bra and blouse, he answered the door.

“Hi, Rick. Hope I’m not disturbing you.”

Liza followed him to the door and the tall brunette woman at the door looked at her, then at Rick and got embarrassed.

“Oh my God. I am disturbing you. I’m so sorry. I just wanted to pick up my mail…then I’m out of your way.”

Rick reached over to a large, white ceramic bowl on an antique chest in the entryway and fisted the letters and magazines lying there.

“No problem Gwen,” he said, blushing slightly and placing his arm around Liza.

“Hi, I’m Liza,” she said, extending her hand.

“Gwen Baxter. I live one flight up. I’m a flight attendant. Rick always keeps my mail when I’m out of town,” she explained, grabbing the letters and making a hasty retreat.

“Nice to meet you,” Liza said to her retreating back as Rick closed the door.

Liza nodded before she disappeared into the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later, they were curled up on the sofa in front of the fire eating pepper and cheese omelets and drinking wine. Rick made sure Liza’s glass never got empty as if he was trying to get her drunk, though that was unnecessary.

“This is delicious. Do you cook much?”

“I’m in with five other people, roommates take advantage if you cook,” she responded.

Rick’s eyes lit up as he looked at her.

“Then you can stay here tonight…”

She smiled enigmatically.

“We’ll see,” she said, putting her empty plate down on the coffee table, then turning to face the fire.

Rick finished his food quickly. He inched closer to Liza after putting his plate on top of hers. Liza snuggled into his shoulder, mesmerized by the dancing flames of the fire.

“You look incredibly beautiful,” he said, watching the light from the fire highlight her golden hair.

She turned to face him and he captured her mouth again in a long kiss. She slid her hands up his chest as he eased her down on the sofa, stretching her body out. He covered her with his and the kissing got intense.

Rick made quick work of her blouse, bra and his shirt. They were embracing skin to skin, her nipples hard as pebbles against his firm chest, his arms holding her close, his hand on her thigh, inching up. When his fingers touched her core, she groaned loudly. He made quick work of removing his pants. Then unzipped her skirt and helped her out of it. His eyes were as bright as the flames burning in the fireplace when he looked at her body clad only in pink lace panties.

“You are incredible. Better than my dreams,” he muttered, slipping his boxers off, revealing his erection. He slipped his leg between her thighs and brought it up against her. Rolling on his side, he hooked his thumbs into her panties, slipping them down and off. His hand gripped her bottom and squeezed.

“You feel so good,” he said, burying his face in her neck. Her

hands gripped his back and moved down, palms flat to

feel his muscles and rest on his butt. She squirmed underneath him as he slowly moved his hand around to her inner thigh while his mouth came down on hers. Liza bent her knee, allowing him to position himself between her legs as the doorbell rang again.

Rick picked his head up and looked at the door then down at Liza and returned to kissing her.

“I know you’re in there. There’s smoke from the chimney. Rick, just a minute…promise…” a male voice called.

Rick didn’t move.

“Come on, Rick. Just need you for a second…”

“Roger!” the doctor exclaimed.

Rick got up slowly, putting his pants on. He picked up a throw off the sofa arm and draped it over Liza, then went to the door. He turned the latch and yanked it open.

“What is it?” He demanded in an icy tone.

“Hold this a sec, will ya?” A man in his forties said.

Roger was holding a big box he thrust into Rick’s hands. Looking over the doctor’s shoulder, he spied Liza lying on the sofa with the blanket covering all of her up to her shoulders.

“Oh, my. Sorry, chap,” Roger muttered.

He ran up to his apartment, opened the door wide and ran back down again. After relieving Rick of the big box, he headed up the stairs again, calling down.

“Sorry for the interruption. Carry on.”

Just as Rick was about to close the door, Gwen stuck her head in.

“Here, this is yours. Must have gotten mixed in with mine.”

She handed three envelopes to Rick then disappeared down the front steps. Rick closed the door.

“Quiet?” Liza asked.

“Come on,” he said, returning to the sofa and taking her hand. She wrapped the small blanket around her body and followed Rick up the stairs into his bedroom and closed the door.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

In the office, Mac tried to keep up a professional appearance and not show too much interest in Callie, but every time he came to her desk and leaned over to give her instruction about a document, the fresh scent of her hair and the soft lavender of her perfume drove him wild with desire. His face flushed a bit and he became slightly tongue-tied in her presence. He thought she must also have sensed the electricity between them because when he was close to her, he saw a slight blush rise in her cheeks to go with the warm smile she sent his way. The way she looked up into his eyes as he leaned over her desk, made him want to fold her in his arms and kiss her,
causing him to retreat quickly before his self-control melted.

Callie Richards was no stranger to heartache. Her parents were killed when she was sixteen. Left with her older sister, she fell into a romance with good-looking, Kyle Maine. They became engaged and Callie’s future was set until he was killed in Iraq. Two years later, she pulls herself together to get her Master’s degree and restart her life on her own.

Working and studying at Kensington State University, Callie meets Mac Caldwell, the handsome dean. Together they fight a deadly campus drug ring with heart-breaking results. This is an emotional story, not a cookie-cutter romance, that will make you laugh and cry as Callie struggles to make a new life, find love and her happy ending.If you haven't yet, don't forget to download my free book, "Moonlight and Roses" at: SMASHWORDS